In the dimly lit passageway, three Dwarf Temple Guards marched in the front row, adept in combat within subterranean environments. Behind them, Priest Witt and four dwarves formed an arrowhead formation, well-prepared for any crisis.
Kalalin, Koula, Phil, and Alamir walked in the middle of the group, well-protected by their teammates. Bruto and the werewolf Reap moved on the flanks, a position suitable for strikers to comfortably attack the enemy's side without the risk of being caught in a pincer.
Lancelot lagged at the rear, certainly not out of fear, but rather because the bone pits gave him an uneasy feeling; he was somewhat concerned that something unpleasant might catch up and take a bite out of their rear.
